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I
acted
in
the
capacity
of
backer
,
or
best
-
man
,
to
the
bridegroom
;
while
a
little
limp
pew
-
opener
in
a
soft
bonnet
like
a
baby
’
s
,
made
a
feint
of
being
the
bosom
friend
of
Miss
Skiffins
.
The
responsibility
of
giving
the
lady
away
devolved
upon
the
Aged
,
which
led
to
the
clergyman
’
s
being
unintentionally
scandalized
,
and
it
happened
thus
.
When
he
said
,
"
Who
giveth
this
woman
to
be
married
to
this
man
?
"
the
old
gentlemen
,
not
in
the
least
knowing
what
point
of
the
ceremony
we
had
arrived
at
,
stood
most
amiably
beaming
at
the
ten
commandments
.
Upon
which
,
the
clergyman
said
again
,
"
WHO
giveth
this
woman
to
be
married
to
this
man
?
"
The
old
gentleman
being
still
in
a
state
of
most
estimable
unconsciousness
,
the
bridegroom
cried
out
in
his
accustomed
voice
,
"
Now
Aged
P
.
you
know
;
who
giveth
?
"
To
which
the
Aged
replied
with
great
briskness
,
before
saying
that
he
gave
,
"
All
right
,
John
,
all
right
,
my
boy
!
"
And
the
clergyman
came
to
so
gloomy
a
pause
upon
it
,
that
I
had
doubts
for
the
moment
whether
we
should
get
completely
married
that
day
.
It
was
completely
done
,
however
,
and
when
we
were
going
out
of
church
Wemmick
took
the
cover
off
the
font
,
and
put
his
white
gloves
in
it
,
and
put
the
cover
on
again
.
Mrs
.
Wemmick
,
more
heedful
of
the
future
,
put
her
white
gloves
in
her
pocket
and
assumed
her
green
.
"
Now
,
Mr
.
Pip
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
triumphantly
shouldering
the
fishing
-
rod
as
we
came
out
,
"
let
me
ask
you
whether
anybody
would
suppose
this
to
be
a
wedding
-
party
!
"
Breakfast
had
been
ordered
at
a
pleasant
little
tavern
,
a
mile
or
so
away
upon
the
rising
ground
beyond
the
green
;
and
there
was
a
bagatelle
board
in
the
room
,
in
case
we
should
desire
to
unbend
our
minds
after
the
solemnity
.
It
was
pleasant
to
observe
that
Mrs
.
Wemmick
no
longer
unwound
Wemmick
’
s
arm
when
it
adapted
itself
to
her
figure
,
but
sat
in
a
high
-
backed
chair
against
the
wall
,
like
a
violoncello
in
its
case
,
and
submitted
to
be
embraced
as
that
melodious
instrument
might
have
done
.
We
had
an
excellent
breakfast
,
and
when
any
one
declined
anything
on
table
,
Wemmick
said
,
"
Provided
by
contract
,
you
know
;
don
’
t
be
afraid
of
it
!
"
I
drank
to
the
new
couple
,
drank
to
the
Aged
,
drank
to
the
Castle
,
saluted
the
bride
at
parting
,
and
made
myself
as
agreeable
as
I
could
.
Wemmick
came
down
to
the
door
with
me
,
and
I
again
shook
hands
with
him
,
and
wished
him
joy
.
"
Thankee
!
"
said
Wemmick
,
rubbing
his
hands
.
"
She
’
s
such
a
manager
of
fowls
,
you
have
no
idea
.
You
shall
have
some
eggs
,
and
judge
for
yourself
.
I
say
,
Mr
.
Pip
!
"
calling
me
back
,
and
speaking
low
.
"
This
is
altogether
a
Walworth
sentiment
,
please
.
"
"
I
understand
.
Not
to
be
mentioned
in
Little
Britain
,
"
said
I
.
Wemmick
nodded
.
"
After
what
you
let
out
the
other
day
,
Mr
.
Jaggers
may
as
well
not
know
of
it
He
might
think
my
brain
was
softening
,
or
something
of
the
kind
.
"
